eyebrowofdoom:

reserve:

I think the problem we’re all facing here is that Colin Farrell is so unequivocally Daddy as Percival Graves that we just don’t know what to do with ourselves. We are adrift. Unmoored. We know the solution is to find a home for that undoubtedly thick as fuck cock, but we also know the most appropriate place is sinful. So sinful. And so we are trapped and we must be freed. We’re the magical beasts. Don’t you see? Free us.

This post completes me.

flintandpyrite:

notbecauseofvictories:

fantastic beasts and where to find them was like reading a fic that’s solid but not….inspired, not really, and wishing the whole time that you could just get in there, and a mess with it a little (just a little) because it’s got strong bones and you can see the author’s intent is fair, it’s just missing the bits to make it genuinely good.

#that said colin farell and ezra miller should be in so very many things and touch each other a lot #because their scenes were goddamn electrifying #I mean twisted and awful and wrong but like………..quality wrong #excellent wrong #the kind of wrong I like putting in my eyeballs (via notbecauseofvictories)